Herbert Nehrlich Poems

My mother was a hummingbird
my father a black crow
he wouldn't let her speak a word
that's why I'm humming so.
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Again she rose at dawn,
she always was the one
who had the fortitude
to rise and shine, at six
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A fellow, sick with diarrhoea
was ruler over North Korea.
One hand was wiping his pale ass
the other held the phone, his brass
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The farmer wiped, flick of the hand
the perspiration off his weathered face.
The day was done and thanks to God
there'd be the itchy task of throwing fragrant hay
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A Chinaman, who, new in town
was working as a circus clown.
One day he saw on the trapeze
a muscled woman named Louise.
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On the top of old Mount Baker
stood a bald and bearded Quaker.
Prayed to God and stated loudly
and with arrogance quite proudly
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The Dralles had a cuckoo clock
it could be heard well down the block.
One day the door stayed open longer
and being young the bird felt stronger
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How dull a life you lead dear maiden
no meal is great unless well-laden
with fats and butter, spirits strong,
they will convey life's genuine song.
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And may I whisper,
words, musical sounds?
Hoping that you will know,
and understand the shyness
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There was a young fellow from Tut
whose behind was an elephant's butt.
Though considered a hunk
he was carrying no trunk,
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